”
We stopped at a new Nissan Z in Section Donald, row 6. The car was dark blue, with tinted gray glass. No one was inside the sports car.
Brimmed Hat started the car, and we made our way out toward 1-4 again. Traffic leaving the park at noon was almost nonexistent. A day at the beach, he'd said.
We headed back in the direction of Orlando International. Due east. I tried to get him to talk, but he had nothing to say to me.
Maybe he wasn't so cool and collected. Maybe he'd been scared shitless back there, too. The Bureau had almost blown everything; it wouldn't be the first time. Actually, the move at the park was probably no more than a bluff. As I thought about it, I realized it was their last chance to negotiate for the release of Maggie Rose Dunne.
A little more than half an hour had passed before we entered a private-plane annex a few miles beyond Orlando's main terminal. It was past one-thirty now. The exchange wasn't going to be in Disney World.
“The note promised this would be over by one-fifteen,” I said as we climbed out of the Nissan. A wann tropical breeze blew at us across the airfield. The smells of diesel fuel and baking macadam were thick.
“The note lied,” he said. He was as cold as ice again “That's our plane. It's just you and me now. Try to be smarter than the FBI, Alex. It shouldn't be too hard.”
Along Came A Spider
CHAPTER 24
C) IT BACK, relax, enjoy the ride,“ he said once we were on board. ”Seems like I'm your friendly @pilot, too. Well, maybe not so friendly.'
He handcuffed me to an armrest of one of the plane's four passenger seats. Another hostage taken, I thought. Maybe I could jerk the armrest out. It was metal and plastic. Flimsy enough.
The contact man was definitely the plane's pilot. He got clearance, and then the Cessna bumped on down the runway, gathering speed slowly. Finally it lifted off and was airborne, banking to the southeast, drifung out over the eastern section of Orlando and St. Petersburg. I was sure we were under surveillance thus far. From here on though, everything depended on the contact man. And on Soneji's master plan.
The two of us were silent for the first minutes of flight. I settled back and watched him work, trying to remember every detail of the flight so far. He was effi
132 cient and relaxed at the controls. There were still no signs of stress. A professional all the way.
A strange possible connection entered my mind. We were in Florida now, heading farther south. A Colombian drug cartel had originally threatened Secretary Goldberg's family. Was that a coincidence? I didn't believe in coincidences anymore.
A rule of police work, especially police work in my experience, was passing back and forth through my mind. An important rule. Fully ninety-five percent of crimes were solved because somebody made a mistake. Soneji hadn't made any mistakes so far. He hadn't left us any openings. Now was the time for mistakes. The exchange would be the dangerous time for him.
“This has all been planned with a lot of precision,” I said to Brimmed Hat. The plane was gliding farther and farther out over the Atlantic now. Toward what destination? To make the final exchange for Maggie
Rose?
“You're so right. Everything's tight-assed as can beYou wouldn't believe how buttoned-up things are.”
“Is the little girl really all right?” I asked him again.
“I told you, I saw her this morning. She hasn't been banned, ” he said. “Not a hair on her chinny-chin-chin. ”
That's real hard for me to believe,' I said. I remembered the way we'd found Michael Goldberg.
The pilot shrugged his broad shoulders. “Believe what the hell you want.” He didn't really care what I thought.
“Michael Goldberg was sexually abused. Why should we believe the girl's unharmed?” I said.
He looked at me. I had a gut feeling he hadn't known ut the Goldberg boy's condition. It seemed to me that he wasn't a partner of Soneji's, that Gary Soneji wouldn't have any real partners. The pilot had to be hired help, which meant we had a chance of getting Maggie Rose.
“Michael Goldberg was beaten after he was dead,” I told him. “He was sodomized. Just so you know what you're involved in. Who your partner is.”
For some reason, that caused the contact man to grin. “Okay. No more helpful hints or annoying questions. Much as I appreciate your concern. Enjoy the ride. The girl hasn't been beaten, or sexually abused. You have my word as a gentleman.”
“Is that what you are? Anyway, you can't know that,” I said. “You haven't seen her since this morning. You don't know what Soneji's been up to, off by himself. Whatever his real name is.”
“ Yeah, well, we all have to trust our partners. You just sit back now and button up. Trust me. Due to a shortage of crew, there will be no complimentary beverage or snack on this flight.”
Why was he so goddamn calm? He was too sure of himself.
Could there have been other kidnappings before this one? Maybe there had been a trial run somewhere? At least it was something to check. If I was going to be able to check anything after this was over.
